Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Mo Rong couldn't help but be too surprised. The Soul Tyrant once again came to his head, ready to smash down.

But just when Mo Rong was about to jump up and dodge, his hair stood on end.

The expected fourth desolate dive did not come immediately. Although the soul tyrant was angry, he did not lose his mind. When he saw Mo Rong's single way of avoiding it, he also thought of a way to deal with it.

Feint attack.

Sure enough, as he expected, just when he made a bluffing move, Mo Rong jumped up in the other direction, white light flashed, and Soumas adjusted his position and came to the top of Mo Rong who was in the air again.

This time, there must be no way to escape.

Mo Rong was filled with regret at this moment. How could he forget that the Soul Tyrant could fake actions?

"Wusi, get ready!"

Looking at the soul tyrant who had fallen, Mo Rong's eyes became fierce. Since he couldn't escape at the first stage, he might as well trade some damage with the soul tyrant. He could eat this move, but he absolutely couldn't eat it. It had no meaning at all. No.

"drink!"

Bang!

The moth-wing cloak adjusted its position so that the edge of the Howling Ghost just collided with the Desolate Dive. The Soul Tyrant was injured again, and Mo Rong, who was unable to replace the amulet because of insufficient height, was also hit by the aftermath of the Desolate Dive and flew far away.

Looking at Mo Rong who was protecting him in his arms, Wu Si quickly shouted: "The survivors! How are you?!"

It hurts, it hurts so much.

The overloaded body was extremely sensitive. After just one blow, Mo Rong almost lost his breath. He let go of his hand and struggled to get up. Wu Si was relieved when he saw that there was no serious problem, but he also saw what happened to Mo Rong just now. A black mask fell out of the clothes.

"This, this is Third Uncle's mask."

Wusi picked up the mask and looked at it carefully, with memories in his eyes.

"But how could it be like this..."

Feeling the familiar layer of black material covering it, Wu Si was startled and then grieved, with lingering anger in his eyes.

It turns out that what those scholars said was true. Third Uncle... is already dead.

Just as he regained his breath, a sizzling sound came from beside Mo Rong. He turned around and saw that those soul balls no longer needed to be generated from the soul tyrant's forehead. With the power given by the plague, he could now let the soul tyrant use himself as he wished. Within ten steps of the center, soul balls will be generated at will to attack him.

As a last resort, Mo Rong had no choice but to withdraw the Soul Eater and call out the Shining Turtle again. Wusi was still beside him, and there could be no more mistakes, otherwise the soul tyrant would not be killed, and Wusi would suffer as well.

"What is this?"

Wusi was still immersed in grief when he was suddenly awakened by a strange voice. He turned around and saw that the invisible oppression emanating from the cold eyes in the circles of fangs was actually deeper than the enemies fighting against the survivors not far away.

"who are you?"

Wusi pulled back a few steps with his hands, looked at the hunter warily, and held the mask tightly in his arms, fearing that the uninvited guest in front of him would steal the only relic left by his third uncle.

"Hunter, take him away!"

Murong didn't expect the hunter to appear next to Wusi, but since he was already here, he just entrusted Wusi to him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to use his fists.

As soon as he finished speaking, the hunter opened his big, sharp-jointed hands and grabbed Wusi into his palm regardless of whether Wusi objected. Then he moved to another corner of the secret room and sat down where the two of them would not be disturbed.

When Somas saw the hunter, his heartbeat slowed down for half a beat.

When did this person appear in the room? !

How come he never noticed? !

"Is this the reinforcement you brought in? It seems that you also know that you have little chance of winning against me."

Soumas calmed down and pretended to ask questions, trying to get some information about the hunter from Murong. However, before Murong could answer, the hunter in the distance spoke first.

"You are very strong and are a qualified prey. If it weren't for him, the opponent you are facing now..."

"That's me."

The hunter didn't lie. The aura that erupted when Somas was infected by the plague had already moved his heart. However, as an excellent hunter, he would not snatch the prey targeted by other hunters.

What's more, he is a better hunter than him.

Soumas remained silent. He didn't want to say anything more about the hunter's reply, because he had already received the news he wanted most.

This battle is between himself and the intruder, and he will not interfere.

As for how to get the Snail Shaman back from that man after killing the intruder, well, even though the man looked confident, he didn't feel that his own strength was inferior to him.

Seeing that Wusi had been taken away by the hunter, Mo Rong breathed a long sigh of relief and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The shining tortoise shell in his hand had disappeared at this time, replaced by an even stronger purple aura on his body.

"Soul Master, you should feel honored."

"Because you will be the first...worm to die by my hands."

Ever since he traveled here, Mo Rong had never been so determined to kill a bug. Even for the noble who insulted Ida before, he only had murderous intentions, but did not actually take action. He only punished him slightly.

But when Senior Wu Lie passed away with regret, and Wu Si was captured again, Mo Rong understood a truth. The evil nature in the heart of a person like the Soul Master can never be removed. Only by constantly washing it with his own blood, he can Maybe you can understand how heinous the crime you committed is!

Several soul balls were generated and hit him not far away from Murong. When Soumas heard his words, he just smiled contemptuously.

"I have heard the dying words of the weak, which are always so unrealistic. The bravery in those words is only given to myself who has been weak and failed in his life."

"Want to kill me? Then I'll see if you have the ability!"

Explosions continued to explode around Mo Rong. The soul balls generated from the soul tyrant's forehead, as well as the soul balls condensed out of thin air, were like rolling stones on the mountain and smashed towards Mo Rong. The sound was so huge that people could not tell that this was happening. It was the work of one person.

Facing this overwhelming soul ball, Mo Rong looked at it as if it were nothing, like a bird in the forest or a butterfly dancing in the flower. In the blink of an eye, he passed by the soul ball, and the pits that were originally smashed by the barren swoop were revealed. The ground was once again riddled with holes because of the soul ball.

The soul tyrant was still teleporting, and Mo Rong saw that there was no hope of running to his side to attack him. He calmed down and used both hands to hold the bone nail in front of his body. Faced with the soul ball attacking again, he instantly exerted his strength. Picking it up, the soul ball was effortlessly picked up by Mo Rong towards the Soul Tyrant.

The purple spirit flowing around Mo Rong's body seemed to be lingering on the bone nail in his hand.

If you use flexible body skills and the ambition of a ghost, how should you deal with it?

With Mo Rong's strength, without the blessing of Guixiong's ambition, it is certainly not impossible to pick up the powerful and heavy soul ball, but it would be a bit fanciful to imagine it as easy as now.

Seeing that the soul ball he shot at Mo Rong was counterattacked by him, Soumas was slightly surprised. He had never seen any bone nail technique that could directly match the spell.